A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Monday, March 5, 2012

I've never been treated this badly in all my life. Do you know who I am? I'm the All That Glitters girl. Well, not recently. Clearly I'm not a girl any more. I'm a grown woman.

What's that? 

Have you been living under a rock? Honestly! Did you just land here in your space ship? All That Glitters is a fantastic arts and crafts device. It allows you to take anything ordinary and make it extraordinary. 

But you wouldn't know about extraordinary, would you? 

You, Bonnie, teller at the Bank of Montreal, with your smug little name-tag and your flipped up hair are the epitome of ordinary. That's why you're treating me this way. Just to make yourself feel better. 

You want me to leave? I'm not leaving without what's rightly mine. I deposited that money into this bank in good faith and now you're trying to keep it from me. 

I don't have any money in my account? I'm broke? 

Ha, ha. Sure, Bonnie. You think you can trick me? Take advantage? Maybe you're after my money yourself. You just add a couple of zeros here, remove a couple of zeros there, right? Are you gonna take that extra cash and go to Mexico? Get wasted on daiquiris and take pretty boys back to your cabana?

I see. Now you're calling security. You really do need to feel powerful, don't you, Bonnie?

Hello there. My, you're a tall drink of water in uniform.

Wait a minute. Don't you touch me, you lout. Take your hands off me, you nobody. You rent-a-cop.

I'll make a scene if I darn well please. I'm the All That Glitters Girl. 


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